Chapter 24
The next few days were a blur. I tried to dismiss what I’d heard, what I’d seen, but the memory gnawed at me like Cain with a bone. One minute I was certain I’d seen a spirit and heard Dee’s voice, but the next my logical mind refused to let me accept any of it.
As soon as I went back upstairs that night, I checked my call log again, but it showed no recent activity. I still couldn’t remember giving her my number, which would fit with my having imagined the entire phone call, but that didn’t explain what I’d experienced in the kitchen. I had no proof, other than my memory, making it all so much worse. If I had dreamed up this entire episode, what did that say about my mental state? It was exactly like the mysterious text I’d tried to show Mom. No evidence meant it hadn’t happe
